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Dead Meat
cast: Marian Araunjo, David Muyllaert, Eoin Whelan, David Ryan, and Amy Redmond
writer and director: Conor McMahon
78 minutes (18) 2005 widescreen ratio 16:9
Fright Fest / Revolver DVD Region 2 retail
RATING:
8/10
reviewed by Paul Higson
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Well, this was worth the wait. First learned of at director Conor McMahon's site nearly
two years ago the announcement was followed swiftly by production and the Irish Film
Board's site verified Dead Meat was a go ahead. The production proved an ill
omen for James Handel whose script of the same title was snatched from Prolific by
Four Horseman only never to make it to the serious starting stage. Oddly enough, the
two scripts had something in common. Handel (currently best known for his script for
The Last Horror
Movie) had a plot for his 'Dead Meat' that involved an infected water supply
turning the locals into insane people turning on the rock band and its entourage turning
up for a gig in some country venue. It was clearly influenced by George Romero's The
Crazies and so to would McMahon's Dead Meat appear to be drawn from that source.
The disparate group on an adventure on foot and by vehicle through a countryside scattered
with the infected murderous locals clearly has the skeletal structure of that Romero
horror classic.
Swiftly delivered to DVD under the new banner by which Fright Fest salutes surely this
is a disservice to the film, as Dead Meat deserves a real shot at a theatrical
distribution. I think it can be agreed that trite infamies are the best that can be
accrued for the direct to DVD feature, whereas a promise to cinema screens engenders
the necessary chatter that brings attention to the deserving. It is an assured feature-length
debut for this young director and no comparisons or synopsis can spell out how successful
he has been, you really will have to view it for yourself.
A new strain of bovine spongiform results in something better describable as incensed
cow syndrome. The farmers are on the receiving end of the fuming cattle and the virus
extends itself to the locals, a bite from cow or infected human rapidly turning the
injured into the next hungry thing on the loose. The marvellous Irish countryside,
County Leitrim providing the scenery, is alive with the crusty dead. They stumble but
don't dawdle, seeking out the few remaining uninfected in the district, and its not
to invite them to a bit of colcannon. Intending on passing through are Helena (Marian
Araunjo) and Martin (David Ryan), until their car hits a man (Ned Dennehy) in the middle
of the road. They mean to do the right thing and take the body to the authorities but
he returns to life and clamps his teeth into Martin's neck. Helena seeks help but the
nearest farmhouse is resident only to a corpse and tabletop of red maggots. Before you
know it she is in warrior mode, as her Martin follows her having joined the locals in
their new pangs.
A small band of survivors are collected together and one by one shorn down again. Desmond
(David Muyllaert) is a young local man who is served well by his trusty spade during
their battles with the zombies. A rotund little girl, Lisa (Kathryn Toolan) is the most
surprising addition, no cute little child on board, but you are made to feel successfully
sorry for her. Then there are Cathal (Eoin Whelan) and Francie Cheunt (Amy Redmond), he
a particularly fantastic character, the actor clearly not beyond an adlib, but both players
commendable. There are some leftfield considerations and observations in the script and
dialogue. "They're better off dead... wonder what's going through their head?"
Their response to besiegement in a stalled car by a lot of dead children in party hats
is as real as it is strange, they simply repeatedly shout, "Fuck off!" at them
until they do go away, our survivors uncertain if they were the magic words after all
(they weren't... like the terrified rats of
28
Days Later, there is something greater to fear). They occasionally forget their
predicament, distracted by personal histories ("You used to coach me." ... "For
about a week." ... "You were shite."), or something that the tourist board
might have asked them to throw in ("The abbey. Actually, Cromwell was one of the...
never mind!"), but always to turn it into a sound laugh.
If the Americans had a problem with the accents and idioms of Trainspotting then
they are going to caterwaul at Dead Meat, the makers proudly running riddling
their film with local dialect. Compared to Sam Raimi and
Peter Jackson's
first features, Dead Meat has sense not to aim to be as technically inventive as
The Evil Dead,
but sports an assuredness way above Bad Taste. The Irish Film Board was right
to have faith in McMahon, but he is not alone due credit. Assumedly shot on hi-def, Andrew
Legge's cinematography is superfluous, catching action and vistas in turn, hillocks,
grass, skies and busy maggots in unidentifiable sun-baked hide, keeping the film looking
great. The actors are fitted out well with the clever costume designs of Leonie Prendergast,
adding considerable extra layers of character. The makeup is flaky, but there is no cutting
back in the horror effects department. There is a lot of eye damage. A scene between Helena
and a blinded, screaming zombie in a barn is genuinely worrying as are the hoards of dead
in the night as they advance on the dwindling number of survivors. Cathal takes to dispatching
them in a manner adopted from the slaughter of cattle, having them herded through one by
one for a cudgelling.
There are a number of disc extras. There is a director and producer commentary, production
stills and a trailer, the latter of which I suggest fails the film. This is surprising
given it only uses footage from the film. The trailer might be accused of shying away
from the film's character, pace and inventiveness. Mad Cows And Zombies is a
19-minute behind-the-scenes documentary by Katie Lincoln. It is as entertaining as the
film, as the crew get lost in unfamiliar country, shop in dead makeup, and quibble over
the catering budget. Gouda cheese would be nice... but... oh, yoghurts... "fucking
luxury items," they're not having them. It is a wonder considering the problems that
came with the five-week shoot that they returned with a film of such exceedingly good
quality, but the principal behind the documentary is the same as that in the film, both
from Three Way Productions and that is that only the good stuff gets in, and that the
highlighted problems are being overplayed. There is a priceless shot of one of the sulky
zombie children. You do ask how they were covered for having so many youngsters on location
throughout a chilly night. I am sure the insurance didn't cover it. The film's premiere
at the Horrorthon Film Festival, an event set up by the producers that took place at the
Irish Film Institute in Dublin on "Friday, October the 22th" (sic!) is covered.
There is also a clip from one of McMahon's childhood amateur films, Day Of The Wolfman,
a shot that one suspects, probably has an accompanying tale about the broken bedroom door.
Eoin Whelan is a potential cult figure as the coach. It is a character carried over from
McMahon's earlier short, The Braineater, which is another disc bonus, a film that
won a prize at Sitges in 2001, the year it was made, bringing McMahon the original adulation.
It is comedic, entertaining and unpleasant in an imaginative sense. Ned Dennehy is the
title offender and not only is the hinted of cerebellum damage but a pencil in the eye
during a car crash looks more than a little sore. Horror fans; seek this DVD out and
spread the word.
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